The Five Stages of Deleting Facebook

There comes a time in every person’s life when a drastic choice is made on a whim. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to delete my Facebook account. Keep in mind that you can’t truly delete your account, you can only deactivate it. This makes it possible to go back whenever you’re ready. Which is most likely the day after you deactivate your profile. After being off of Facebook for two weeks, this is how my coping process played out:

1. Denial. I felt as though I didn’t really delete my Facebook. I could go back whenever I wanted. It was still there. My friends were right where I left them in case I needed them. Of course, I would eventually need to retrieve some pictures off of my profile as well, so I knew I would be back soon.

2. Anger. Whenever people asked me if I deleted my Facebook, it made me upset. Aren’t I the center of everyone’s Facebook? Do they really have to ask? Of course I deleted it! I’m not a clone like everyone else! I can live a life without a stupid website if I want to! No one understands me!

3. Bargaining. Sometimes after a shock, a person will recount the events in their head and see where they might have reacted the wrong way. Maybe I should’ve waited to see if anyone got engaged or posted wedding photos. Okay, here’s the deal–if I go on Facebook just to quickly check for juicy pictures, I won’t go on again for another month.

4. Depression. This was the time that I was feeling like I made a horrible choice. I felt like I was misunderstood and others didn’t comprehend my motives for quitting. During this phase, reassurance definitely helped me to know that I made a good choice. It’s hard to bid a loved one farewell.

5. Acceptance. Understanding that I didn’t need Facebook to have friends and stay in touch with people was a great awakening. I felt proud knowing that a website didn’t control my life and that I could leave any time I wanted to. I no longer felt that I needed to see every single picture that one of my friends posted or every status update about New Years Eve.

That being said, I missed Facebook a lot. And it helped to know that people missed me a lot too. People noticed my absence. So I stayed off Facebook for two weeks and shuffled my feet back. And it’s good to be back on my old familiar Facebook.


Anatomy of Titanic

Yes, I went to Titanic 3D last night. It’s perfectly acceptable to be jealous. I’ve stayed true to my love Titanic since I first saw it in fourth grade. I was the only one who saw it in my class and I remember telling all of the boys that the girl was naked in the movie. A storyteller in the making.

I had seen Titanic a couple of times since then, but there were so many things that I didn’t catch and didn’t realize until I saw it yesterday. This time, it was extra special, extra life changing.

Let’s go back to a time when Leo was super hot, Kate was almost skinny, and people actually knew who Billy Zane was. Titanic was the coolest, biggest, longest, best movie ever made. No competition. For some reason though, my little brain only remembered the “good parts”. Aka the dancing scene downstairs, Rose’s clothes, the drawing scene, etc.  This may sound extremely dumb, but there’s so much more to the movie!

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Let's be real. Best scene in the movie.

I think my selective memory had to do with the fact that I didn’t have emotions until I turned 21. I never really cried or felt bad for people up until then. Don’t worry, I’ve made up for the lack of tears almost every day since then. Hormones. More like whore-mones, am I right?! I didn’t really see the people dying in the movie. I mean, I could physically see them, yes. But I didn’t really understand. I didn’t think about how scary it would’ve been to be a child and see everyone panicking, or to be a mother and try to keep your kids alive.

The scene after the ship capsized and everyone was flailing around in the water really freaked me out. Like, that was a lot of people. My mom, my brother and I used to talk about what we would do in a worst case scenario. Titanic always came up. My mom’s idea was to string together a bunch of life jackets and use them as a raft. I took notice in the movie that everyone was only given one life jacket. I guess you’ll have to think of a plan B, mom. I definitely would have found some wood like Jack and Rose did. And let me go ahead and state the obvious–there was enough room on that door for the both of them. Jack could have lived, Rose. His death is on your shoulders.

It always bothered me when Rose said, I’ll never let go and then….LETS GO. But after watching it this time, I realized that Jack told her to never let go of the promise she made him. Hence her never letting go. Now I get it!

"I'll never let go." Cut to Rose releasing her icy grip.

Instead of exiting the movie feeling fulfilled by my intake of young Leo, I was super depressed! The scene showing all of old Rose’s pictures, all of the things she promised Jack that she would accomplish–so heart-wrenching! I was also exhausted from the length. I don’t remember it being over 3 hours. I mean, I remember talking about how long it was, but I don’t remember sitting, watching it for that long.

All in all, Titanic is a wonderful movie. I have no complaints. The story is historic, with a good romantic story and loveable characters. It’s hard not to love. But don’t think about the reality of it too much, or you’ll plummet into a deep depression.

Seriously, don't start thinking about these two holding each other before they drown.